The Adventures of Being a Teen

Falling

-A piece I wrote in my English class.

Bend my knees and jump. Doing the unimaginable. Falling. Or flying? My heart is pounding against my chest. Beating faster and faster. As descending further, deeper and faster. As quick as the air can carry me. Diving through cotton like clouds as a swimmer takes to water or a bird in flight. Carrying no weight as the air hugs me freely. Effortlessly plunging further, deeper and faster. Momentarily gliding like a feather sinking to land simply.

The air smashes against me, cold and crisp, suffocating me but keeping me alive.